Ash of dog, fears and tears

I’m trying to clean out the spare bedroom.  Our daughter’s old bedroom and she left a lot of stuff in it.  As I empty out the dresser, I come across a pretty tin can.  It’s heavy and I open it up.  There is a bag of what looks like powder.  I turn the can over and realize it is the cremated remains of my daughter’s old dog.  She was hit by a car at night while going on a walk with my daughter.  Black dog, dark night.  My daughter was devastated when she realized the damage was too severe and she had to put the dog down.  We were all in the vet’s office and it was such a hard thing to go through.  That was several years ago.  Anyway, there were many different items in the drawers and I texted my daughter asking if she wanted to keep anything.  The only thing I didn’t tell her about was the tin can with the dog’s remains.  I just didn’t feel like stirring up memories for her.  I kept the can.  She can deal with it some other time.  I kept my mom’s ashes in the hall closet for a couple of years until my brother, husband, and I took the boat out to the ocean to toss her overboard.  I figure my daughter will know what to do with her late dog’s remains when the time is right.